[Astarion startles at the sound of Gale's voice. The tempest of his own thoughts so loud he didn't realize he'd given one of them voice. He's utterly quiet, still for a painstakingly long moment before he squirms to turn himself, to get off his belly. When his gaze lifts to meet Gale's it's with a frustrated hurt that they're both all too familiar with now.]
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Just—hold me, dearest.